I am pretty good at crochet.
I am so-so with knitting.
I can knit, but it takes a lot of concentration.
I find knitting requires a level of meticulousness that is not relaxing enough to enjoy.
Here’s my rule of thumb –
If you make a mistake knitting, you have a hole in your project.
If you make a mistake crocheting, you might have a hole but it doesn’t matter, because crochet is basically all holes.
And that is why I prefer crocheting – it’s way more forgiving.
My Grandma Harris taught me how to do all the domestic stuff when I was about 6 or 7, when we lived with her (after my Mom’s divorce and my Grandfather’s death).
She taught me how to hand sew, embroider; knit and crochet.
Those skills have stayed with me my whole life.
I did quite a bit of crocheting over the years, but I only had two knitting projects, and I only have a photo of one.
I made a sweater for a child with a lion on it.
Then I made the same sweater, only I made it my size with a bear on it; and I made it with the bear’s backside on the back of the sweater.
I don’t remember who got the child’s sweater.
Someone with a child, I can only assume.
I wore my sweater for many years.
It was fucking adorable but it was way too warm for Southern California.
I think I finally gave it to Good Will or something.
Wish I had a picture of my sweater, but you’ll just have to imagine it from the little version.
Will I ever take up the knitting needles again?
Don’t know; but I ain’t dead yet.
So anything is possible.
Whether it’s likely – that’s another question.